Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
I get it now , she thought to herself as his hips kept moving. The reason women looked at Draven like he was a sex god—he was.
Even when she came around his dick, shrieking out her pleasure, he kept thrusting. She fumbled as she flung a hand over the sheets until she had his phone again and opened the voice-to-text app.
“ Fuck .” His words appeared on the screen as his lips moved. “I can feel your pussy coming for me. So damn tight. Milking me. Greedy girl, you need it that bad?”
She blinked up at him, his gaze raking over her eyes, lips, neck, and breasts as he continued pistoning between her legs, pumping himself inside her. God, he’s just so good.
“Too damn beautiful. Can’t fucking look at you, or I’ll come,” he said, clenching his eyes shut. “Can’t come yet.”
She moaned as his words appeared on the screen; her inner muscles squeezed around him.
“Damn it,” he cursed. Pulling his shaft out of her, she gasped out her discontentment, but he turned her and positioned her to face the bed. She held onto his phone and watched the app as he said, “Be a good girl and hold the headboard for me.”
She did as she was told, laying up on her knees and holding the bed’s headboard. She sat his phone on the pillow, so she could see what he said as he slowly guided his cock back inside her.
“From this position, I can…” He tilted her hips, and she fought to balance her weight on her knees as he slammed his dick forward and stroked that special mind-bending spot inside her.
“There it is,” he grunted. “There’s the spot that makes you purr for me. You like it when my cock rubs you there, baby?”
She moaned as their flesh slapped against each other. His expert hand sank low to play with her clit as he churned his hips, stirring himself in her.
“How am I going to ever stop touching you, Thea?” His words lit up on the screen. “When you feel this perfect…” His body surged forward, keeping up that steady, fast rhythm like nothing she had ever known.
His dirty, dominating words on the phone screen sank into her mind like some sexy form of brainwashing.
He strummed her swollen little bud of nerves, and she moaned gibberish as her fingernails bit into the bedsheets.
“That’s my girl.”
Harder thrust . Right against that deep spot inside her that made her whimper and her entire body tremble. He hammered that spot again and again. Heat and building tension ricocheted through her.
“I want you to come for me again. Can you do that for me, baby? Be a good girl, and come around this hard cock. Show me you feel this too.”
She gasped for breath as his hips jackhammered against her ass. The smooth globes of her backside quivered against him.
“Your pussy just keeps getting tighter and tighter. Fuck .”
She cried out and wantonly met his every thrust, rocking herself against him.
“Making me…lose control.”
Heat coiled tight in her abdomen. Her core jittered with pulsations. Soaring , soaring up into the clouds. Readying to free fall.
His hips steadily lost their rhythm; his full balls slapped against her rear as he thrust.
“Wearing those pearls all the time and making me think you wanted it soft and slow. But my girlfriend likes it hard. Rough. Dirty. Fuck, you’re so perfect.”
He sank a palm around her front to lightly hold her throat as he thrust inside her from behind and fingered her clit. “I like that I’m the only one who knows what a dirty girl you are, Thea. They think I’m going to corrupt you, but you’re going to corrupt me, aren’t you, baby? Fuck, nothing has ever felt this good. Time for you to come again.”
Her head shot back, and her body went completely still just before she screamed.
Her vision splintered. Her pussy clutched him in such a tight grip that his hips stuttered, and his cock began to release inside her. Through their orgasms, his hips kept moving.
Finally, he pulled her back down to lay beside him. Their chests rose and fell, fighting to catch their breath.
She glanced at his veined shaft, which already jerked and began to harden again.
But all he did was hold her close.
Her body was exhausted, but her mind remained utterly awake. Thinking about their situation. About the timing.
His band would go on tour soon. Her parents did not accept her living with him. Her friends warned her to stay away from him.
They were like forbidden lovers. Romeo and Juliet.
She cuddled with him, burying her face into his chest, and assured herself, We will have a different ending .
* * *
“ But you’re not getting invested in him or anything, are you? ” Elisa signed to Thea as Wren and Mallory set up the board game on their large dining table for game night.
Mal always hosted game nights for their friend group. Since Mal now lived with her fiancé and his young daughter, Thea sat on the couch beside Draven in Wren’s massive apartment. She grinned at all the black furniture trying to make the place masculine and “rocker” whilst hosting traces of pink glitter from his daughter Armie’s crafts.
When Elisa, Fifi, Mallory, and Wren realized Thea brought Draven over for game night, they all had similar uncomfortable expressions. Mouths drawn into thin lines. A few apparent frowns.
It was enough to crack Thea’s heart.
Draven sat beside Thea, patiently waiting for the board game to begin as Elisa and Fifi signed to her.
“ I told you he is my boyfriend. Of course, I am invested ,” Thea signed back.
She swore Draven’s leg jumped when she signed “boyfriend.” How much did he understand of what they were signing? Soon, he would know what her friends thought about him. He was picking up sign language faster than she expected.
“ Signing in front of him like this is rude .”
“ Thea, what happens when he leaves for the band’s tour in a month? He’ll be gone for over half a year. Has he invited you to go with him? ”
No. No, he had not. But they were newly together. She did not want to push him. Still, the idea of touring the world with him made her giddy.
Fifi added, “ And if he doesn’t invite you along, would you guys do long distance? Groupies toss their thongs at him at every show. How can you feel confident in something like this? It’s not like you. ”
“ We are worried you are not being realistic ,” Elisa signed.
They sounded like her parents. Why didn’t they understand that being “realistic” was a synonym for settling? “ Can’t you just be happy that I’m happy? ”
Elisa and Fifi shared a knowing, concerned look.
Thea signed, “ Look, he will ask me to go on tour with him, okay? I know he will .” But did she?
Mallory strode back into the living room and gestured for everyone to go sit at the table.
This week’s board game was revealed. Scrabble.
Delightful , Thea huffed to herself. More words from a group of people she did not appreciate hearing from at the moment.
Could they not see Draven holding her hand as they walked to the table? Did they not perceive the little smiles they exchanged whenever their gazes met?
Wren sat across from Draven at the table and glared at his drummer. Wren was too busy directing all of his negative attention at Draven to notice Thea scowling back at him.
“ Anyone want drinks before we start? ” Mallory signed.
“ Beer, please ,” Draven signed back.
Wren’s glare deepened as he scoffed at Draven’s answer.
The tingles of rising fury prickled through Thea as she witnessed Draven sink further into his chair and sign, “ Never mind .”
What the hell did Wren care what Draven drank at game night? He had once seen Mallory and Thea tip back three shots of bubblegum vodka in a row while playing a distressing game of Monopoly.
Raising her chin defiantly, Thea signed, “ Two beers, please. We’ll both have one .”
When Mallory returned with drinks, Draven squeezed Thea’s thigh under the table as she set a beer in front of them.
Draven’s hypnotic green eyes whispered, “ Thank you .”
Thea squeezed his thigh, telepathically telling him, “ I’ve got you. Wren is an ass .”
Lost in their own silent language, they nodded at each other and grinned before glancing back at the others.
See? He loves me , she thought. He will ask me to go on tour with him .
But Mal, Fifi, and Elisa looked at Thea with scrunched expressions of pity and dread, like they already foresaw her broken heart.